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A Bird was Chirping Down by the tree. Every shining, fluffy Feather was full of Glitter, as it sat by the bird House In the tree. Just the sound of the bird, and the Kitten who was sitting next to my Leg, purring. It was almost Midnight, and No One was making a noise. Peace, Quiet, Resting, Sounds of The Universe. The bird’s chirp sounded like Violins and Wind flutes, along with Xylophones. Yes, I would listen to the song for ever, but the bird Zoomed away.

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